Once again, she found herself in an awkward situation, even the air seemed thin.
Nathan Moore's voice resounded once more, low and magnetic, as pleasant as a cello.
"Let's talk about you, why do you want Ariana Evans's hair?"
Titus Zane abruptly averted his gaze, his fine eyebrows also knitting slightly, subconsciously looking towards the other three people in the private room, his European eyes visibly filled with caution and panic.
"Don't worry, they can't hear us," said the low, magnetic voice, as always, pleasing to the ear, like fine wine seeping into one's heart and vibrating the eardrum.
Lowering his gaze, Titus Zane licked his lips, "I..." To say that one would cherish someone's hair as if it were a treasure seems ludicrous; if he spoke the truth, he feared Nathan Moore would reveal it to Olivia Zane. In that moment of hesitation, he heard Nathan Moore say.
"You want to do a DNA test to prove whether you're mother and daughter."
